Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Five Americans,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.